The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1887-11-26


wonderful She was Brahna, and much
lid she boast of her noble Eastern blood.
Mime, Devachau was her name. Her age no
fowl could find out. Some said she was a
female Mahatma nearly 500 years old.
Others said she was so years at least Mean
time the madame smiled when the subject
was limited at, and looked to be on the sunny
side of 40.
Nine. Devachau was a wonderful bird.
She was very learned. She read Sanscrit as
easily as she could fly over fence She
wrote good deal of very obscure and mystic
literature. She could drop down apparently
dead and be flung around almost anyhow,
and when she got tired of that pick herself
up and go on as before At such times she
claimed that her spirit was out of her body
and floating off seeing things in two hemi-
spheres. Besides she was a clairvoyant and
told fortunes, At this she did quite a thriv-
ing business.
About Nov. she warned the big turkey
that something unpleasant, not to say dam
gerous, was hanging over him. At first he
whistled her down the wind, and declared
that he put no faith in predictions He
wasn't superstitious; not he. Nevertheless,
when Nine Devachau told him that she saw
blood clairvoyantly and also an ak suspended
suspiciously near his head, the red died out
of his comb, and with a piteous face he
begged her pardon for his previous skep-
ticiSm.
s'You will learn, y she said, Fsthat my sex
the uneducated clairvoyants always say
sect, but Nine. d. was very learned and
always spoke correctly is coming to the
front; that what some of us say is not to be
put down as the idle cluclzing of ignorant old
hens. Out in Kansas there is town with
woman mayor; another with board of fe-
male aldermen; and Phebe Couzins is now
the marshal of st. Louis; and as for my
predictions you are quite welcome to doubt
them and take the consequences"
''Really, madame" he said, ''your Oriental
lore interests me. must study deeper into
the mysteries of eastern thought
Gone feature of Buddhism will strike you
with force, I think said the wise hen of
Brahma, drawing down one eye suspieiously
''That is, it forhids the esting of flesh"
The big turkey changed color again. Flesh
eating was a distasteful subject to him, and
he always avoided distasteful subjects.
The clairvoyant shut her eyes, stiffened her
body and began to see things. She said a
dark day was coming for the entire race of
fowls, and even certain quadrupeds on this
hemisphere 1t would occur about the latter
part of November. They who tsl that
day were tolerably sure of their lives for an
other month, at least There was but one
course to take to escape the doom of that
black Thursday; that was to get out of the
way of the flesh eating animal man.
At this point small white pig came up
and shifted derisively, and then trotted off to
eat the food which the fowls neglected for
Oriental wisdom. The pig was q noted
skeptic, The Brahma hen looked after him
and smiled pityingly. "Ephraim is Joined to
his idols,'' she said 'sSelfshness pays its own
penalty. We get what we give. The mind
that is set wholly on this world reaps its
harvest in this world, and it is often a re1u-
lar whirlwind.n
Tsze Brahna hen was certainly very deep.
The fowls of every order gathered around her
to drink in her wisdom. She was a believer
in reincarnation, but was in no hurry about
it. She said it didn't matter to her how soon
her bones were bleaching white and bare on
the earth, save for one thing. That was that
she wanted to spread her doctrines a while
yet.
Chickens, turkeys, ducks, geese and pigec rs
all went to bed that night in frame of
mind Even the most skeptical of them were
more or less troubled by the fortuneteller's
prediction. Your skeptical people are never
skeptical when bad is predicted Of them.
They believe even what they don't want to
believe while loudly proclaiming their lack
of faith.
Two days before Thanksgiving the Brahna
hen told her faithful followers that the time
was at hand when they must flee from the
wrath to come, and they few.
why, dear me, . said he whose business it
was to kill the Thanksgiving fowls, 81 can't
find feathered creature ON the place, except
those two old noisy cocks, which are so tough
a lion couldn't eat them. These are our
friends the orators, who were too conceitod
to take warnings of any kind"